I had my first full-scale freak-out the other night after Lauren and I casually applied some crib measurements she'd found online to our tiny home. "You've got to be kidding me," I said as the measuring tape spanned half the room. "That can't be right. It just can't be that big. I've seen babies. They're very small." But she was right, and suddenly the challenge of fitting crib, dresser, changing table, etc. into the small, crowded room that serves as my office hit me like a ton of diapers. Lauren recognized as much and wisely went to bed. I stood scratching my head, muttering, and staring down the walls until late.
The next day, with the house to myself, I waged war with the office. It was ugly. The air was thick with my curses. At one point I furiously threw every article of clothing I own from the closet into the office just to make a point. By the end of the day, I had put everything I don't use on a daily basis into the attic, added a few "accent pieces" of furniture to our now even cozier living room, and, yes, cleared out nearly half of the office. In other words, readers, I prepared the nursery.
Small though it may be, it occurred to me that at approximately sixty square feet, the nursery will provide the baby with a living space that is just about sixty times its size. That would be like me living in a 700-800 square foot house! Which I do. Amazing how they inherit your traits!
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B-you are a riot and you must save these comments for the baby. I hate to tell you this, but when you were
ReplyDeleteborn-you know that you had collic and I would have gladly put your crib outside in the snow-haha-love and congrats on getting everything ready-love, Mom